Chapter 201: The Crimson Expanse

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"Crack!!! Crackkk!!!" The things that led Yasuo to know that the land is of Don Freecss' creation finally started moving, as the deafening sound of their movement reverberated through the expanse and created massive sonic bombs by their sheer scale and movement speed.

What lied before his eyes are what appear to be three great exquisite statues.

The statues were so colossal. They could be seen from tens of miles away, leaving little to the imagination of what inhabits the crimson expanse.

They were kneeling no more as they stood at nearly a mile in height, each with the same exact height and form.

Even the numerous patterns decorating them were the same. They were truly a work of art, perfected to a minuscule level.

The cracks beneath their feet were much more evident as they spread vastly around them.

The sheer pressure of them standing up was enough to expand those cracks even more.

The butterflies that were within the vicinity of them seemed to know what's about to come as they nimbly flew away.

The statues seemed old, extremely so. There was no fracture or damage on them.

They would've looked new if not for the massive amounts of grass growing on them.

In the vast desolated crimson expanse where not even a speck of grass, plants, or trees growing anywhere, one can find two of the previous flourishing on the statues that rarely moves.

The frail of the grass and plants fell to their death as the statues stood up. Their speed was just that astronomical.

Their massive size and the gravity acting on them didn't seem to be a problem for them as they moved smoothly and fluidly.

Every step they took shattered the ground. One could even assume it could shiver the firmaments.

However, a step is all they needed as the three colossal statues appeared surrounding Yasuo, looking down at him as he's but a mere ant.

Their original color seemed to be metallic-like blue, but all that was left is hints of it as the crimson dominating the land sought them as well.

That mixture painted a beautiful but peculiar picture of three mostly crimson statues with a hint of blue and green over them.

That beautiful picture seemed terrifying as the tree statues started their heaven-destroying attacks.

One simply took a step seeking to squash the feeble human before him.

Another lifted his hand high in the sky and performed a chopping motion trying to evaporate the uninvited intruder from existence. The last also didn't want to lose as he tightly squeezed his metallic hand before performing a space-shattering punch.

Yasuo was amusedly watching the scene. To him, it seemed more like a competition for who can perform their duty better and faster.

To them, it was a competition of who can send the intruder off first and satisfy their master.

Whether the intruder was a sentient species, human, or an animal mattered not to them.

Good and bad weren't in their dictionary. An intruder simply means an intruder in their book... And food for the land.

Their speed was truly astronomical, surpassing most of the things Yasuo had faced so far.

He knew the moment he laid eyes on them of their power. The exquisite and never seem before patterns on them are what made it possible.

The patterns that would look to most people as useless decoration looked to Yasuo like fabulous and complex inscriptions that could only be made by God or someone who had lots of time.

By lots of time, Yasuo means thousands to tens of thousands of years, that or an ability that can make the process faster and easier.

Their attacks traveled through time and space, surpassing the super hypersonic speed by far, yet Yasuo just smiled... and disappeared.

His control domain had long surpassed miles in range, and he is quickly approaching what he had achieved back when he had activated his dept collector ability.

So he naturally found it extremely easy to set his feet on the top of one of the statues, instantly.

His space control is also improving and evolving as his inscribed genes evolved as well, as the patterns he personally designed were turning, accelerating, and optimizing the evolution process.

He stood tall and mighty above the statue. This time, he was looking down on them instead of the opposite.

However, that wasn't what he was thinking about or even cared for. At that moment, his mind was overwhelmed with a wave holding the entire ocean within, a wave of curiosity, dearly seeking freedom.

He naturally unleashed it as he crouched and gently touched the statue's metallic head, a small part of it, akin to a tiny bug making contact with the indestructible scales of a dragon.

'I see, the land is the way it is because of the three statues and what they're guarding, specifically, the material they're made of.

I explored a significant portion of the dark continent, and I'm sure I didn't miss anything, yet this is the first time I see such material.

However, it doesn't seem rare at all. The three statues are composed of that same material solely.

So either he explored the entire continent and took it all, or he got it from somewhere else, and there are only two places I can think of where such material could exist... Outside and inside.'

He was in deep rumination, completely ignoring the three horrifying statues as they changed their target of attacks towards their comrade's head, paying no heed to his safety.

However, their comrade was the same as he himself targeted his head with a slap, seemingly an annoyed human wanting to squash a mosquito.

Most people know how annoying that is, and they also know of something even more annoying... How hard it is to kill the fucking bug.

Against the incoming hands of hell, all Yasuo had to do is disappear at the last second before the impact, right before the colossal hand came in contact with his hair.

The first hand which belongs to the statue Yasuo's mounting, landed, creating a thundering sonic bomb among the many made with their abrupt scale and speed.

The sonic bombs generated by them were so heavenly they echoed for miles to tens of miles around, affecting that fragile life populating the ruby land just as one might imagine. What followed that hand is another hand landing on top of it, just to make sure the bug is no more.

The statues appeared to be quite cautious because a third hand followed closely after. The impact of such an act threatened to shake the entire planet, creating havoc within.

Yet, the statue's head remained intact, appearing to be indestructible. However, The statues weren't happy.

You know what they say, just when you think you got it, you hear and feel the buzzing sound as the mosquito lands on your sensitive skin, seeking to devour every drop of your blood.

In this case, one of the statues felt Yasuo land on their sensitive metallic 'skin' but he wasn't interested in devouring their blood for they have none.

Well, there is the ancient solid blood all over them but it isn't their blood, it's the blood of their victims.

Yasuo wasn't interested in such a thing. He was just curious, the bizarre expanse and the peculiar statues picked his interest, so his researcher instinct kicked in.

The statues had a hard time perceiving his next actions as before they knew it, a large purple sphere of pure destructive Aura emerged on his hand.

Encircling the sphere is what looks like an even more dangerous Aura, dark lightening-like Aura rumbling around it.

"No need for hast," Then his faint words resounded throughout the crimson land, "I will thoroughly research each of you so be patient."

His hand adorned by bright purple lines went through the statue as he uttered those words.

Instantly after that, those same purple lines disappeared from his hand and instead spread all over the statue.

Nothing happened for a second or so, though strangely, the statue remained frozen in its place before its whole body started deforming as if it's on the brink of disintegrating.

However, the red matter all over the statue started to act as it exited its solid state and instantly started bringing all of its parts back together down to the molecular level.

It was like a sticky fluid bent on keeping the statue just as exquisite as it was, seemingly afraid of such work of art fading from existence.

"I see. He used the material's applications as a base to build something miraculous.

The material was already magical yet he wasn't satisfied and turned it into something more, into a divine substance."

Yasuo then laid his eyes on the ground far below, knowing full well what lies hidden deep beneath it, the fuel of the statues.

"The element's magicalness and the existence of the thing below is what allowed for the land to be the way it is today.

Just like the brions creatures only came to be because of what lies beneath's existence. Affecting reality without meaning to huh."

"Oh well," After a second of contemplation, Yasuo shrugged his shoulder and set his eyes upon the fully recovered statue, "Might as well try a few things on you."

Yasuo then closed his eyes, seemingly ignoring the colossal punches heading his away, and gently uttered a few words.

A devouring jungle from the left.

Darkness from the right.

Ominous light of misfortune at the front.

Fire of hell behind.

His words resembled some kind of incantation because after his every word, reality becomes twisted as they come true.

Yet, "I'm not done just yet."